Best Pooling Poems

tell me your name
let run my fingers 
across the contours 
of your mouth,
describe the sunset 
so that my mind
can envision,
what corneas 
cannot


remember for me
as you speak of the now,
what is consumed
by the cacophony of sound,
my only affirmation


within whispers of meaning
this fool travels
shuffling to melodies
in the...

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the creek tips over
pooling over tires —
round-trip maneuvers 

12/8/2018...

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